A very nice man called Tom said some very nice things about my blog just the other day, for which I am grateful, very grateful. I was so pleased that I showed what he wrote to Mrs CD. She knows I keep a blog about my 'recovery' or 'treatment' or...

"I'm at home," I told Mrs CD on the phone. "Whose home?" she asked. Good question. This, my parents' home, still feels like my home. I'm slow, I don't deal with change well, I can't cope with it so I ignore it and then it doesn't go away so I smash...

Ah yes, mine sweeping. Do you remember mine sweeping? Do you mine sweep yourself? It's probably a teenage thing really, but I've always done it. And, I remembered it today. All those half-empty glasses my abstemious parents, my sensible drinking Mrs...

Counselling again yesterday and a mixed bag. At the very least it means I get up earlyish. But, I seem a little resistant to counselling at the moment. When I was really storming forward and making progress I couldn't wait for it but at the moment...

If I'd have written this last night, as I wanted to, it would have been a mess of misey, a potage of pity and an, errm, pate of umbrage. Now, however, I feel quite bright. Mrs CD and I have done our Christmas shop and got to the supermarket in time...